34. Bold Plans

The rest of the morning passed with Brianna making sure of Lucien's safety with all that she could manage. Before lunchtime came, Tatum arrived with a big bag on his shoulder. He informed Vicky of his arrival and told her he was to bring something the boss had asked him to bring. Vicky just gave him a nod, and Tatum knew he already got the go signal to see the boss in his private office. Tatum looked around to see if Brianna was anywhere outside the boss' office. He assumed she was inside the office when he did not see her anywhere, no matter how hard he checked the surroundings. He knocked on Lucien's door, and Brianna opened the door for him. He was a bit surprised, but then he did not let his reaction show. He simply nodded his thanks to Brianna and headed in to report to his boss.
"Boss, I have the weapons you asked me to bring over," Tatum carefully placed the bag on the center table of Lucien's receiving area. A set of two single comfortable leather chairs to the left and another two sets of the same chairs across it, and a single one at the head of a meter-long center table. 
Lucien nodded as he glanced at his driver, who came in with a big black leather bag. It must have been one of his grandpa's golf clothing bags. Then Lucien looked at Brianna. 
"Anna, you should have a look at what's inside that bag and see what you would like to have for yourself," Lucien nonchalantly spoke with his attention half to Brianna and half to his paperwork. Or at least that was what others would think, looking at his casual actions as he told Brianna to check the bag brought by Tatum.
"Thank you, sir," Brianna walked without delay towards the table and opened the bag. She took the weapons one by one as she gave each of them a good check. She weighed them in her hands. 
Different kinds of combat knives. Some throwing knives, dagger, karambit, and Fairbairn sykes. She checked their sharpness and swung her hands with them one by one as if checking which one was comfortable for her to use and carry around. She also checked if there were any way to carry the weapon around with ease. She found belts, holders, and concealed sheaths and nodded her head when she seemed to have her choices of which ones she would pick. 
Then she took the pistols one by one. She checked their weights, too. She aimed at the window as if checking the feel of the weapon in her hold. She checked which ones were the most convenient for her. Then she checked how she could carry the weapon with ease—looking for any gun holsters. She found a thigh knife and gun holster, a shapeshift ankle gun holster. Silencers, too. 
There were smoke grenades, and the rest were too heavy to be carrying around.
Brianna looked at Tatum, who was still standing in the sides, keenly watching Brianna's every move. 
"Is this all?" she asked. She could not believe they had so few and limited weapons.
Tatum was speechless. He looked at Lucien, just to see a more astonished face of his boss.
Lucien, who was also interested to see what weapons would she choose among the things Tatum had brought in, was beyond amazed to see how well she swayed the knives in the air as she gripped them with impressive skills and how she held the guns when she tried to check her aim, although she didn't fire them, she knew too how to handle them all too well. Lucien can clearly tell, this isn't the first time Brianna had a hold of such things.
"Ahhh, I also packed bigger ones in a chest storage kept in the car as you asked earlier," Tatum cleared his throat to answer when he noticed his boss was too busy to even glance at him. Tatum was hoping his boss would comment or even just say anything about the situation, but Lucien Michaelson was silently staring at the lady's every single move with obvious awe and confusion.
"I see," Brianna started to choose which weapon and holsters she was going to use when she remembered she needed to ask Tatum about something. "Ahhh, Tatum, do you know what happened to the guys that were chasing us?"
Brianna stopped what she was doing and gave all her attention to the person she was asking of what seemed to be a vital thing.
"I heard from the team that went to give us backup the men behind our car did not take the bait our men prepared by the block where we saw them," answered Tatum with disbelief.
Brianna snorted.
"Just as I thought," she uttered. She walked towards the window again. Checked bottom to top then side by side. "They are not that easy to deal with. I have to hunt them down tonight," Brianna squinted her eyes.
She cannot explain how she felt like she knew them well, and she is confident she can find them by letting her guts lead her where to go and hunt them like she said.
"May I ask, how you know them?" Tatum boldly but cautiously asked.
"I am not sure, but I trust my instincts and intuitions, which are telling me I have to finish them before they finish us," she answered without hesitations. Her voice didn't even shudder as she stated such bold plans. She just said she will hunt the assassins down. What level of capability does she have to do so?
Tatum and Lucien had the same thoughts in their respective minds. But none of them had the courage to voice them out. They just watched her every move as she resumed to pick the weapons of her choice and their holsters and brought gather them in her hands.
"Boss, can I use your restroom?" Brianna asked. She felt like it would be weird for anyone to see her with so many weapons in her hands if she chose to use the public ladies' room in the hallway.
"You can use my room, the door across from the restroom," Lucien offered her to use his private nap room. It is where he takes rest when he is too exhausted to work but has no time to go home or leave the office because there are still so many things to be done. 
"Thank you, sir," Brianna acknowledged his kindness but turned to Tatum before she left. "Just leave them here. I still need to secure them in easy-access spots."
"I understand," Tatum answered and was about to leave when Lucien asked him to stay as he had something to ask.
"Yes, boss?"